There was a man who thought He could avoid all of the things Friends would say that he should There's lots of trouble in a day And a short line to a goal He was so sure he could secure his place He wanted a lot and was so Quick to say how this small World was unfair to its race He'd spend his time, spends his time Deciding routes with lines, routes with lines There was no time, was no time For corners in the lines, corners in lines Not listening to the people we were close There always seemed to be an easy way The work was tiresome, a thing to avoid Leaving lots of time so he could play He'd spend his time, spend his time Shortening lines, shortening lines There was no time, there was no time To spend too long on the line, long on the line